Page 54 of Rhythm Of Our Souls
She nods her head. “Same. Well... we could go upstairs and pack?”
“Okay.” I nod.
I follow her down a hall and up a few staircases until we get to the top floor. “This is mine and the guys' suite,” she says, opening the door to a mini apartment.
“You stay inside the clubhouse?” I ask. “With all the bikers?”
“Don’t worry,” she laughs. “None of the guys would dream of harming me or putting me in an uncomfortable situation. They know it’s a death sentence.”
My brows furrow. “Literally or figuratively?”
Her eyes sparkle with laughter as she mimics the zipped lips motion.
She’s fucking adorable.
“And here you were worried about me being the serial killer,” I laugh, shaking my head.
“There’s different kinds of serial killers Liam,” she grins. “Maybe if they’re the kind that's obsessed with me and not the kind that wants to kill me, I could make an exception.”
“You're an interesting little thing, aren’t you?” I smirk.
She gives me a playful smile. “Help yourself to something to drink, or anything in the fridge. I’m gonna go pack.”
Lulu leaves me in the kitchen before disappearing into a room.
Shoving my hands in my pockets, I take a moment to look around the place.
It smells of their combined scents, giving it a very lived-in feeling. They really are a pack. And here I come along to shake things up.
Sighing heavily, I can’t help the old worries coming back in. Lulu might be my scent match, but she already made a life with these guys. What if, even though I am her scent match, she still leaves me?
Unease creeps over me, and I drift over to where I can hear her moving around in the room.
Leaning against the doorway, I watch as she shoves clothes into a bag.
I watch for a little while, my eyes engraving every inch of her into memory.
She’s this tiny little blonde thing, but her curves are to die for. My eyes land on her ass, and I bite the inside of my cheek. She’s changed into sleep shorts that stop just below her ass cheeks.
“You going to watch like a creeper, or you gonna help?” She pauses, grinning at me over her shoulder.
Pushing off the doorway, I walk over to her. She turns around to face me, but I tower over her, forcing her to tilt her head back. I watch her throat as she swallows hard, her sweet lemon meringue pie scent making my cock go stiff and my knot ache.
“Can you blame me for watching?” I murmur, reaching up to tuck some hair behind her ear, loving the way she shivers at my touch. “You’re fucking stunning, Lulu.”
“I am?” she whispers, licking her lips.
“A fucking angel,” I growl softly before lowering my face down to hers, my lips hovering just an inch away. I can feel her warm breath against my lips, and it’s taking everything in me not to throw her on this bed and rut into her like a feral Alpha.
“Liam,” she whimpers softly.
“Yes, Angel?”
“Kiss me.”
A growl rumbles in my chest, and I don’t wait another second before lowering my lips to hers.
My whole body ignites, and this feeling of my heart stitching back together hits me. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this whole.
